Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.